Ghost Shelter System

Another layer of paleness appeared on Mi Shihong's livid face, and a scene from four years ago rushed into his mind.

At that time, he had not yet become addicted to drugs. He had accumulated a lot of wealth through his barbecue stall and was very powerful in the northern suburbs of Jiangjun Tomb.

Don’t underestimate barbecue stalls. A prosperous stall can slaughter three cows and two sheep every day. Once the scale expands and the number of stalls increases, the daily income will increase exponentially! Definitely no less than the money earned in large KTV and other places.

That year, Mi Shihong was in a prosperous situation. He gathered a bunch of idle people as his subordinates and got a little carried away. Suddenly one day, a yellow-haired boy appeared out of nowhere and smashed up his shop because of a plate of fried rice.

When Mi Shihong lives in society, all he cares about is face, how can he swallow this? They immediately gathered a group of people and vowed to kill the yellow-haired boy.

At that time, three people in the van were taken away, but all of them were killed by the yellow hair, and six of them were seriously injured.

He can still recall the scene where the bloody yellow man finally grinned at him. He had nightmares about this for two months.

Unexpectedly, after four years of not seeing each other, this yellow man would actually change his appearance and come to work in a funeral parlor!

"Master Qin..." Mi Shihong swallowed dryly, "It turned out to be you. It was a misunderstanding..."

"Haha, Boss Mi, what happened back then is in the past. Now let's deal with what happened just now when you punched me and kicked me!"

With a loud punch, Qin Kun hit him on the chin. Mi Shihong fell down on the stairs, beaten to pieces. After returning to his soul, the ghost still retains the sense of pain. Mi Shihong gasped, feeling that Qin Kun's fist was like steel, and his jaw was about to break.

Then, Qin Kun picked him up and hit Mi Shihong's life with a knee...

Mi Shihong crossed his legs and felt something broken between his legs, and he slowly fell to his knees weakly.

"Master Qin, if you have something to say...speak it carefully...this move of yours is a taboo in the world!"

I bother!

How dare you, a ghost, raise taboos on me!

Qin Kun's fist hit his head like a storm. At first, he thought that Mi Shihong was still a figure. With his sinister temperament and unruly demeanor, he was a tyrant after all. Who would have thought that Mi Shihong would be revealed in his true form not long after the beating. .

"Master Qin! Stop fighting..."

"Master Qin, please, please be gentle!"

"Master Qin, at least you have some professional qualities. Leave me a whole body..."

Mi Shihong spit out snot bubbles from his nose. Who would have thought that being a ghost would still be so aggrieved. He was already feeling pain while wearing a corpse. He had never experienced the pain of a broken egg during his life. After death, Mi Shihong felt it deeply. What is life worse than death?

"If someone hadn't come to express condolences to you in a few days, I would have cremated you tonight!"

Mi Shihong's cheek was clasped by Qin Kun's five fingers, his head was pushed to the wall, and his other hand grasped with five fingers: "Come out!"

As he said, Mi Shihong's soul was seized by Qin Kun, forcibly pulled out of his body, and imprisoned in an urn. A shrill scream was heard.

Qin Kun received a reminder in his mind: Ding, the containment was successful!

Fierce Ghost Capacity: 2/9.

First there was Xu Shan, and then there was Mi Shihong. Two ghosts had already been imprisoned in the urn. Although Qin Kun had an artifact like the urn in his hand, he was still in awe of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and did not dare to detain ghosts casually to refine the underworld. candle.

But being haunted is different.

Mi Shihong was the first to find trouble. He dared to get involved in the karma of the world after death, which is not tolerated by heaven and earth. This is what Niu Meng said. Generally, ghosts who are obsessed with worldly things after death, no matter good or bad, are considered to have defied the six paths of reincarnation, and the laws of heaven and earth no longer protect them.

The 'yin candle' made by refining these ghosts is a good thing to accumulate merit.

Mi Shihong begged for mercy in fear in the urn, but Qin Kunli ignored him and put his body back where it was before leaving.

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The doorman, Mr. Qu, turned the radio up to the maximum and sang "The Peony Pavilion Resurrection" while shaking his head. He didn't notice a taxi parked in front of the funeral home.

Qin Kun walked out of the funeral home and found Master Kuang waving to him.

"Master Qin, are you done?"

Qin Kun: "..."

"I said...Master Kuang, why are you here again?" Qin Kun lit a cigarette and wondered.

Master Kuang frowned: "Let me see if there is any business here. You won't welcome me, right?"

Qin Kun's face twitched when he heard Master Kuang's serious answer, not knowing what to say.

Your uncle's!

On the day of the cremation, Master Kuang’s family burned twelve dozen ghost coins with a face value of 10 billion and six dozen money trees. Your net worth is almost as high as that of the God of Wealth, so you can help your uncle’s business! It was you who frightened Chen Yang into a trance and resigned. From now on, I will be alone at night. I said you are just a ghost, so don’t come and cause trouble, okay?

"Forget it, don't wait for any business, take me to Yuetan Mountain in the northern suburbs. This is for you."

Qin Kun took out a dozen ghost coins from his arms. When Master Kuang saw the thick stack of bills, his eyes lit up, "That's easy to say! Hey, Master Qin, why are you so polite? Even if I don't give you money, can I still stop you? ?" After saying that, Master Kuang kicked Mingbi into his arms with no intention of taking it back.

When Qin Kun saw Master Kuang agreed, he was about to get in the car, but found that the door was still locked.

"Master Kuang, since you have accepted the money, what does this mean?" Qin Kun asked in confusion.

Master Kuang grinned: "Master Qin, my car is afraid of fire. Please bear with me and put out your cigarette."

Qin Kun didn't care about what he said, stepped in through the car window vigorously, and said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm in a hurry."

Master Kuang looked helpless and had no choice but to keep telling him not to let sparks bounce onto his car.

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The taxi drove like a ghost, without the roar of the engine or the lights. It was like a ghost in the night. The smell in the car was extremely bad. I don't know how many "dirty" cars Master Kuang had pulled in the past three months. The smell of business was mixed together. If Qin Kun hadn't kept smoking, he would have passed out.

In less than thirty minutes, we drove from the western suburbs to the northern suburbs. Under Yuetanshan Park, Master Kuang waved goodbye to Qin Kun.

Blue mission 2, looking for clues to the 11.13 murder case.

This is why Qin Kun came tonight.

Since Mi Shihong is not the murderer, then there must be someone else who is the murderer. Qin Kun's move is naturally to quickly reach level 10 so that he can hire Ma Mian. The other two tasks are too difficult to complete, so we can only start with this task.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, there were still many people running at night in Yuetanshan Park, but it didn't seem too deserted. Qin Kun picked up the phone and dialed a number. A muffled voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother Kun? You haven't come back yet? You're starving to death."

Just know how to eat!

Qin Kun said: "You come to Yuetan Mountain in the northern suburbs first. I have something to do tonight, which will probably be quite troublesome. I'll treat you to a big dinner after I finish it."

Feast? !

Niu Meng was overjoyed. He was summoned to the Yangshi by an inexplicable force half a year ago and became a ghost pawn employed by Qin Kun. He was a little bit complaining at first, but after trying various food offerings in the Yangshi, he fell in love with it. here.

But Niu Meng groaned and asked: "Brother Kun, are you going to catch some powerful ghosts again? Let me tell you first, with my strength, I can't deal with wild ghosts that are too strong, unless you get them for me from the underworld." Here are some magical weapons that I can use."

Yo? This guy's brain has become brighter recently, and he actually learned how to bargain!

When Qin Kun saw that he had only 30 points of merit, which he couldn't exchange for even Mao, he simply said: "This is related to the whereabouts of Ma Mian. It's up to you if you don't come."

Horse face?

Niu Meng: "We'll be there soon!"

Qin Kun hung up the phone, found a remote place, and grabbed Mi Shihong's ghost from the urn.

Mi Shihong screamed in fear and suddenly found himself in a familiar place.

"This is... Yuetanshan Park?"

Mi Shihong looked at Qin Kun in front of him with some fear: "Master Qin... are you still a Taoist priest?"

Qin Kun sat on a park bench and ignored Mi Shihong, but said: "From now on, you answer whatever I ask. Otherwise, I promise, you will never have a chance to come out again!"

Mi Shihong was shocked and nodded.

"Qian Tieshan led the criminal investigation team and beat you to death last night?"

Resentment flashed in Mi Shihong's eyes: "Yes!"

"Then how do you know that except Qian Tieshan, everyone else is not a police officer?"

Mi Shihong glanced at Qin Kun with a surprised expression: "Master Qin, can't you see? Those people are traveling with you."

Colleagues?

Those people also work in a funeral home?

Qin Kun spat in his heart. Just as he was about to beat him up to make him be more honest, he suddenly understood what Mi Shihong meant by fellow travelers.

"Those people are Taoist priests?" Qin Kunhu asked.

"Yes. But it's not like it. Those policemen seem to have some magic. They can control the flying talisman! They can also summon smoke to turn into monsters! Believe me, this is definitely what I saw with my own eyes!"

Mi Shihong said it very seriously, almost swearing.

Are there still people like this in Linjiang City’s public security system?

Qin Kun thought deeply. He had only seen this kind of bizarre plot on TV. Exorcist police? Isn’t that a movie made by Lin Zhengying? Does it really exist?

Qin Kun thought to himself: Even if they are exorcism police, why would they kill a drug dealer? And Qian Tieshan was still present.

"Why did they beat you to death?"

Mi Shihong said uncertainly: "Drug trafficking? But even if it is drug trafficking, there is no need to be so grand."

Qin Kun couldn't figure this out either. Suddenly his ears twitched and someone was walking towards him from a distance.

"Immeasurable Heavens, Immeasurable Heavens, see the world with their eyes!"

Qin Kun raised his finger, made a vertical mark towards the center of his eyebrows, and used the 'Sky Eye Technique'. He did not open his eyes, but the scenery within a radius of one hundred meters was straight into his eyes.

Fifty meters behind him, a figure was walking towards him.

Qin Kun turned his palm, and an urn appeared in his palm, and Mi Shihong's ghost was included in it.

Mi Shihong's breath disappeared, and Qin Kun heard the footsteps behind him speed up significantly, and a strong figure jumped out across the grass.

It was a girl in her 20s. She looked around after landing, with some annoyance on her brows.

"Boy, do you notice anything wrong around you?"

The girl had a ponytail and a sportswear. She was full of energy and looked like a freshly graduated college student, but she spoke in an old-fashioned way. Through the street lights in the park, you can see that the girl's temples are wet with sweat, and her cheeks are as pink as a peach due to exercise. It adds a bit of beauty to it.

Qin Kun pretended to play with his mobile phone. When he heard this, he raised his head and said with alert eyes: "Yes, it's you! You're not here to rob me, are you?"

The girl spat. Seeing that there was nothing unusual here, she was about to leave. Suddenly she glanced at Qin Kun, but he didn't leave.

"The true fire of samadhi in your body flickers on and off. You should be haunted by ghosts, but your spirit seems to be in good condition."

The girl murmured to herself and took Qin Kun's hand. When she touched Qin Kun's wrist, her delicate body trembled slightly.

"What year, month and day were you born?"

The ponytail girl's voice was trembling.

Why do you ask?

Qin Kun was a little dazed, but the ponytail girl seemed to have some important news to say, so Qin Kun said: "The ninth day of the fifth lunar month in the Wuchen year."

hiss--

The horoscope is the hardest, and the black dog is with you!

The pony-tailed girl took a deep breath, her face uncertain.

"Boy, leave me a phone number." The ponytail girl said in a tone that she could not refuse.

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